Thursday, January 20, 2011

You wander, I roam.

I'm sure that you're covered in some slimy goo
They'll fill Hell up with snowballs before I find you
Nine times that you circle between darkness and light
On the great River Styx you float on through the night
Though I'd never give up even searching in vain
Maybe Axle or Slash took you off the Night Train
Search party full member I consider myself
Looked from city to pole like Buddy the Elf
There just isn't time or the words to relate
Just how I need you with me I can't wait
I'll carry ten rabbits feet for luck if you please
If you come home right now they're all yours
My dear keys.

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